Mask of Red Death

The bells chant out at midnight to invite the guest of doom

Inaugurates the dark between the walls of the seventh room

The outside was kept unbidden to escape their sickened breath

Now in the ballroom of prosperous stands the plague behind the mask of death

The unknown guest moves westward

Through each and every room

Its disguise pictures a victim

Of its own rampaging gloom

The hall is saturated

With ominous ambience

The masquerade turns silent

In the presence of the face of Death

The gates now are sealed

To escape their sickened breath

Finally you will stand

To face the mask of red death